Sometimes

Sometimes the suffocating feeling of drowning by way of your hateful nature is almost too much to bear

Sometimes the pent up hate runs out until tears flow like a river down a face trodden with grief, or is it relief

Sometimes the thought of a lifetime of connections and ties shred sunshine into the darkest shade of black

Sometimes there's a fantasy of spinning back the clock hands and listening to one ounce of advice

Sometimes I hope for better, prepare for worse, and pray the best comes from a pile of absolute nothing

But don't worry, it's only sometimes.

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1. Cunning Linguist says:

   Lovely poem. I love the last but one line..."and pray that the best comes from a pile of absolute nothing"